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Another Mike the Soccer Coach
Part 1:  Team Expansion

By DannyR  (M/b, MM/b, oral, anal, incest, pedo, ws)
Copyright 2005.  All rights reserved

Email:  dr_harris_81REMOVE@hotmail.com

Author's Notes:  A spin-off <ahem> from Spin's M/g story, "Mike the
Soccer Coach." Spin's story involved Mike Carter, who winds up as an
assistant soccer coach, and in bed with his daughter (10), her best
friend (10) and another girl (9).  This inspired a "boy" version of
the story, for personal use (oh baby oh baby oh <s>) only, with Mike,
son Jimmy, best friend Andy, and 9-year-old Chris.  Then I got to
thinking (I know, dangerous, very dangerous for a man in my
condition), what if Mike wanted to, say, expand his range of
interests, and sources of fun?  He's afraid to use the Net because of
the sting operations he's read about.  So what's a pedo father to do
when he wants more than he already has?  Read on.


Part 1:  Team Expansion

Mike decided to try Father Flanagan.  Not because of the priest-pedo
stereotype, but because of what he saw when the soccer team Mike
helped coach played the team from St. Pius.  Father Flanagan was the
coach and while he never touched his boys in any way...fuck, given the
scandals of the last couple of years, Mike thought it was a miracle a
priest was anywhere near a boy, much less the hot boy-studs on the St.
Pius team...the priest was watching them.  Like Mike watched the boys.
Very carefully.  Not noticeable.  And inside wondering what it would
be like to have this cutie suck hard manmeat, or that cutie down on
all fours with a fat cock shoved up his boy pussy.

It wasn't like Mike wasn't getting enough boy cunt already.  Not with
his ten-year-old son Jimmy, Jimmy's best friend, ten-year-old Andy,
and their friend, nine-year-old Chris, all eager and willing to serve
Mike's depraved needs. But lately Mike had been having fantasies about
seeing the boys service other men, watching his own little boy down on
all fours while a big cock plowed his butt and another fat prick
shoved down his slender throat, or Andy and Chris in a hot boy-sucking
69, while two large men fucked the shit out of their boyholes.  And
with the way the priest covertly watched the boys, especially the
slender, effeminate ones, Mike was pretty sure the priest would jump
at the chance to use Mike's trio.

It didn't hurt that Mike's first target was also fucking hot.  Before
he saw the priest for the first time, with that name, he figured him
for redheaded Irish, or maybe "black Irish."  But there must have been
some strong Italian in his background, since Father Sean Flanagan was
dark skinned, with black wavy hair, black eyes, bulging muscles, hairy
arms that suggested he'd have a great furry chest, and a
wicked-looking bulge in his crotch. Which was why Mike and Jimmy were
here to see the priest.  For "family counseling" Mike had told Father
Sean when he set up the appointment.  Of course, Mike hadn't bothered
to tell the priest that he was a Southern Baptist.

The priest opened the door to the room used for spiritual counseling.
It was pretty bare.  There was a small desk with one chair, a small
refrigerator beside it, and then near the door three chairs arranged
around a coffee table.  He ushered them to the chairs by the coffee
table, asking if they wanted anything to drink before they got
started.  Mike said no, but said Jimmy would like some water.  As the
priest turned away to go to the refrigerator, Mike and Jimmy exchanged
a glance, and Jimmy winked.

Mike sat down, with Jimmy to his left.  The priest handed Jimmy a
bottle of water and then sat down opposite Mike.

"Uh, Father Flanagan, uh, I'm sorry, but, uh, we're not Catholic. Does
that matter?"

The priest's voice was a soft tenor that oddly enough went well with
his butch build.  "Of course not."

"And, uh, well, is it true that what we talk about is, well, I mean,
uh, private?  You can't tell anybody?"

"No.  Like that saying about Las Vegas, 'what happens in Vegas stays
in Vegas," well, what happens in this room stays in this room.  Just
like it would if we were in the confessional."

"Oh.  Well, great."  Mike appeared to relax, and slumped a little in
his chair, spreading his knees open.  He wasn't wearing underwear, and
already his meat was beginning to plump a little.  He reached down to
his crotch and rearranged himself.  The priest's eyes shot to Mike's
groin and then lifted.  A flicker of - something - crossed his face.

"What kind of problem do you want help with?"

"Well, uh, Father, it's, you see, ah, Christ, but this is hard, uh,
sorry, I didn't mean..."

"Don't worry, Mike.  I've heard - " he paused "and seen - it all."  

The priest pretended not to watch as Mike "unconsciously" rearranged
his cock again, this time gripping it briefly.  The priest felt his
own meat begin to respond.  He was wondering, what the fuck?  The
Jackson Elementary assistant soccer coach was coming on to him, in
front of his own kid?

The priest pulled his eyes away from Mike's groin and looked at the
boy - whose shorts were tented up from an obviously stiff young cock.
The boy took another drink of water, tilting his head back, his small
tongue lapping around the neck of the bottle before sliding it into
his mouth.  And out again.  And in again.  The priest wanted to pant,
but restrained himself.  And began to wonder if he was having some
damned fucking dream that was going to end up with him creaming his
sheets as he lived out a fantasy with a young boy.

"Mike, just spit it out.  Why do you need help?"

"Well, Father, it's, uh, it's Jimmy.  I mean, he's always hard!  Look
at him!"

An offer the priest couldn't refuse.  He turned his head.  Jimmy was
sitting in his chair like his dad, slumped a little, knees wide, but
with an unmistakable hardon.  Which one small hand was grasping
through his shorts. The priest's cock surged to full hard instantly.
He crossed one leg over the other in the hope of hiding it.  It didn't
really work.  Father and son had already seen it.

"Have you, uh, have you consulted a doctor?"  The priest was having a
little trouble breathing.  Instead of just holding onto the boymeat,
the kid was slowly moving his little fist up and down.  And staring at
the priest.  And licking his lips lasciviously.  

"Naw.  I mean, it's not like he's hard 24/7 or something.  It's just,
well, he's always horny, and always wanting me to do something about
it."

"What?" the priest almost shouted, looking at Mike again.  Who was
obviously just as stiff as his boy, given the prick that was straining
down the leg of his slacks, and raising the fabric.

Mike managed to make himself sound desperate.  Of course, if things
worked out like he hoped, eventually he'd tell the priest the truth.
But for now, he'd stick to the story.

"Look, see, it's been, oh, four years now.  I mean, Jimmy was just six
when he started all this, you know, bein' hard and wantin' to see my
cock.  He wouldn't let his mom give him a bath any more and said I had
to do it.  And, well, you know, he'd be standing in the tub all naked,
with his little belly and his little pricklet all stiff, and askin'
stuff like whether he'd be as big as me, and did my pee-pee ever get
stiff like his.  Well, man, y'know, I'm only human, and I figured if
my kid wanted to know about sex stuff he might, uh, get warped or
something if I lied to him or put him off.  So I stood up, right next
to the tub, unzipped, unbuckled, and shoved my jeans and my briefs
down to my knees, my meat just juttin' straight out at him, precum
just oozin' out of my slit.  And then, well, Jimmy-boy here fuckin'
leans forward and starts lickin' the head of my dick, and before I
know it, he's got the head in his mouth!"

The unzipping, unbuckling, drop the jeans part was true.  But Jimmy
was reluctant that day.  Shit, he was reluctant for quite a while.
That's why Mike, who'd finally figured out what he really wanted out
of sex, had had to hold his son's small head in his hands and kind of
pull him forward until he could slide his dick between the boy's soft
lips.

The priest had given up all pretense of not being turned on.  Not with
the young father groping a prick that was starting to stain his pants
with precum, and a young boy who now had his hands down inside his
shorts playing with himself.  He still managed to keep his hands away
from his own cock, but the effort was about to kill him.

"I mean, well, Jimmy was a natural.  I couldn't help myself, of
course.  I just had to move my cock further into his mouth.  Well,
y'know, what's a guy gonna do when there's a hot mouth wrapped around
his meat, especially his own son?  Shit, I hardly had to tell him to
watch his teeth, or to start jackin' me while he tried to get as much
of my meat in his mouth as he could.  Y'know?  So there I am, about a
third of my dick in my little son's mouth in the bathroom, while his
mom is downstairs fixing dinner.  I put my hands on his head and move
him back off my cock and ask him if he really wanted to do this.  And
he asked if he was pleasing me, and when I, well, kinda slipped and
said 'fuck, yeah!' he just grinned up at me and went back to work."

Actually, Jimmy had not been at all happy to have his mouth bulging
with daddy meat.  But Mike kept telling him what a great job he was
doing as he used his hands to control his little boy so he could
face-fuck his own kid, telling the boy he was going to get a gift,
some hot special daddy-milk that would help him grow up big and strong
like his daddy.  And in a few more strokes he was pumping what felt
like fucking gallons of cum down the little boy's throat, although a
lot of it spilled out and dribbled down his chin as his daddy fucked
his little tear-stained face.

" 'Course, it didn't take me long to get my nuts off.  Filled his
little mouth full of daddy-milk, and he swallowed it down, every
fuckin' drop, and then lapped and sucked me clean."  Mike smiled at
Father Sean, whose face was flushed and whose breathing was heavy. The
bulge in the priest's pants looked enormous.

"Naturally, even though I'd never done it before, I returned the
favor.  I kneeled down on the floor and pulled my boy to me, and then
started sucking his tiny meat, and his tight boy-sac, until he started
twisting and moaning and finally getting so loud I had to clap my hand
over his mouth to keep his mom from hearing his screams as he went
into his little boy-orgasm."

Mike blatantly squeezed his hard and leaking prick.  The stain was
getting huge.  "So after that, well, he kept wantin' me all the time.
We couldn't do it a whole lot, 'cause it was damned risky, but every
time there was even a remote chance of privacy, Jimmy was wanting a
drink of daddy milk and wanting me to suck him off.  So, this went on
for, like, you know, three years, and then about a year ago, well, he
just up and asked me to fuck him.  Shocked the shit outa me, I can
tell ya.  But, I mean, well, a man's gotta keep his kid happy.  So of
course I did."

Getting Jimmy to want sex as much as his daddy did took a while, but
once he got used to the feel of thick mancock in his throat, and the
feel of man slime sliding down his throat, or daddy milk as Mike kept
on calling it, he turned into a randy little boy.  Not as horny as
Mike was making out, but still, he finally got eager to suck his daddy
off.  As for the fucking, that had been more difficult.  The first few
times had been painful for Jimmy, but Mike had made him do it,
secretly relishing the whining and whimpering, though part of him
wished the kid would just relax, open his hole and let him slide the
fuck in without all the drama so he could get on with getting off.

The priest started to lean forward in his chair, as if to try to hide
the fact of his own hardon, but realized that would put his face
closer to the stiff meat in Mike's pants.  He sat up, resting his
hands in his lap.  "So what is it you want from me.  I mean, how can I
help?"

"See, Father, the deal is, the kid is wearing me out.  He's still
havin' dry cums so he can have lots of them, one right after the
other, but I gotta, y'know, recharge 'n stuff.  And I thought, well,
maybe, y'know, you bein' in the business you're in, that you might,
well, 'hear' things sometimes."

"Hear things?"

"Yeah.  You know, well, maybe you might, uh, hear of some guy who'd
like to get it on with a kid, but maybe never has.  And you could,
well, let him know that I, uh, need some help with Jimmy."

Father Sean was stunned.  Hell, yes, he knew someone who would like to
get it on with a kid.  A real kid virgin, who just fantasized and
stroked his cock over and over again to the fantasies.  Himself.  All
his adult life and most of his teen years he wondered what it would be
like to suck a little boy, or fuck him, or suck the boy off.  But he
never had the chance, or if he did, he was too afraid to take it.  All
the stories, too, about how kids can't really enjoy sex or they're too
young to know what they really wanted.  Shit, he hadn't been too young
to know.

The priest still remembered the first time he'd swallowed his daddy's
gleaming white cock all the way down to his red pubes.  He was laying
on his back with his head over the edge of the bed, while his daddy
slid his cock, slender, but with a big knob, slowly into his mouth and
down his throat.  And when he'd sniffed his daddy's musky man-scent,
he almost went crazy when daddy leaned over, resting his weight on his
forearms, and took his little boy-meat and boy-balls into that hot
daddy mouth, and then daddy began to fuck his son's throat.  Slow
strokes at first, just moving a few inches in and out while the boy
writhed from his father's sucking.  Then faster and longer until the
boy's throat was relaxed and open and his daddy could really fuck him
hard.  He went through three, no, four dry cums before daddy finally
lifted his head and bellowed out how he was gonna cum in his baby
slut's mouth and then blasted shot after shot of thick, ropy spooge
down into his throat.  Sean had loved it.  And he was only four.

Just like he'd loved his first daddy-fuck when he was five.  He was
just five, too, when his grandpa fucked him while he was sucking off
one of his mother's brothers. When they gave him all their cum, they
were still hard so they switched places and did it again.  And then
his daddy fucked him really hard, telling him how great it felt to use
a boy pussy filled with other men's cum. And when he was six, he got
fucked by a stranger for the first time, at Sam's Place. For as long
as he was hairless and had dry cums, his daddy, his grandpa and Uncle
Max, and a bunch of their friends, used him regularly.  Once he
started his growth spurt, and getting hair around his cock and balls
and in his pits and started the layer of fur on his chest, his daddy
had passed him on to a group of older men, ones who preferred teens to
young boys.  He'd bottomed for them, and their friends, through the
rest of grade school and most of high school.  He'd really gotten off
on submitting to them and getting used.  Hell, he could even recall
the night they took him to an adult bookstore (the owner let him in in
exchange for a teen blowjob), put him in a room with a mirrored
ceiling and a padded bench, filled up the TV with tokens, started a
gay fuck film, and then each of them took a turn fucking him.  After
that, one of them stood by the door after they'd turned the lights off
so the only light was from the porn, and man after man after man came
in to fuck him or get sucked off.  He'd never been sure if they were
collecting money from the men who came in.  His belly and his teen boy
cunt were awash in all flavors of cum by the time they called it
quits.

They'd had one final humiliation for him that night, though.  They
made him walk naked except for tennis shoes out through the brightly
lit front part of the store.  His full-body blush made a nice
contrast, they told him later, to the cum, some dry some still wet,
covering his body and face, and the thick globs that were oozing out
of his wide-open asshole and dropping with soft splats onto the floor.
They took him home and after all five of them used him one more time,
they left.  Sometimes, like now, remembering that night, he could
almost cum without touching himself.

"Well, Father, can you help?"  Mike's voice brought the priest back to
the present, although his eyes were still closed.

He flushed, feeling his very wet crotch as his cock pulsed and let out
another burst of precum.  He swallowed to get some moisture back in
his throat, and hoarsely said, "Yes."

And he could.  For a town this size, it sometimes seemed, from what he
heard in the confessional, that this was the boy-pedo capitol of the
world.  He opened his eyes.  And blinked in shock.  And blinked again.
Father and son were standing side by side, naked from the waist down.
Mike's cock was seven, maybe seven and a half inches long.  He had
thick pubes and belly hair and hairy legs.  The boy, the angel, was
thin, his slender boy-prick not even three inches long, but it was
very very hard.  His little tits were hard too.  They looked like
they'd been worked on.

"Of course, you might like to sample the merchandise first.  You know,
before making any recommendations if you, uh, hear of anyone."

The priest bit back a groan.  "Sample the merchandise."  That's what
his daddy used to say before he let some man use his little boy.  The
phrase never failed to make him hard.  All he could do was nod, and
watch, while Jimmy walked around the coffee table and knelt in front
of him and start to undo his belt.  The boy had talent, and knew just
how to mine for cock.  In seconds nine inches of thick, dark, uncut
Irish-Italian cock was standing up from his flies.

"Oh, daddy, that's a nice fucking cock."  The priest did moan this
time at hearing the easy obscenity pour from the innocent angel's
lips.  The boy stood up, bent over with his hands resting on Father
Sean's thighs, and loving opened his mouth wide and began to devour
the priest meat.  The priest shut his eyes in bliss at the sensation
of finally having a hot little boy mouth around his cock.  It was the
boy's turn to grunt a moment later, though, and the priest's eyes
widened at the sight.  Mike had moved the coffee table and was
kneeling behind his son, one hand fisting his meat, the other driving
two fingers up the boy's ass.  He must have hit the boy's prostate
because Jimmy started whimpering around the cock in his mouth.
Mike's voice was hoarse with lust too.  "How do you want to make my
boy happy, Father?  The first time?"  Father Sean almost whimpered
from the cock sucking and the idea that this wasn't going to be the
only time.  "You want to cum in his mouth cunt or his ass cunt."

"Christ, I need to fuck the boy's ass."

"Done.  Jimmy, get your pussy over that meat.  And don't worry,
Father, he's greased up good, well, plus a load of cum, you know,
always want to be prepared.  But first, son, get his pants around his
ankles."  Jimmy quickly obeyed, leaving Father Sean half naked, his
pants and shorts bunched around his ankles.  Father and son paused to
admire the heavy muscular thighs, the thick black pubes and the cock
that was oozing a steady thick stream of precum.  Then Jimmy clambered
up on the chair, his back to the priest.

It took some maneuvering, with Father Sean tightly clutching the boy's
waist, and Mike slicking up the priest cock with the boy's spit and
precum, and then holding it in place, just helping of course, Mike
might be a pedo but he was no fag, as the priest lowered Jimmy.
Jimmy cried out when the fat cockhead punched into his hole and his
ass lips clamped tight around it.  "Daddy, Father, please, ow! it
hurts!  Take it out!"

Father Sean's muscles bunched as if he was going to lift the boy, but
Mike put a precum-wet hand on his wrist and stopped him.  "Don't mind
him, Father. He does this all the time.  It's a little game we play,
with him pretending my cock is too big for him."

Of course, Mike didn't say the obvious.  Which was that it was clear
the priest's prick was longer and thicker than Mike's.  He also didn't
let his face show he was upset with his boy.  He'd figured the
priest's cock might be big just from the bulge he'd seen, so he'd
worked the boy over this morning pretty good, not only fucking him,
but using a dildo on him.  But right now the priest needed to believe
Jimmy was a cock hound, an eager boy slut, even if Father Sean's was
only the second man cock to slide up the boy's shitter.

Jimmy knew better than to contradict his father.  So Mike stood up,
and told Father Sean, "Look, when he's pretending like this he likes
to have his mouth covered so he can pretend-scream while my cock is
going up in him.  So I'm gonna hold him like this -" he clamped one
hand over the boy's mouth and the other behind his head "and you pull
him down a couple more inches.  Hard."

Father Sean was too much in lust to pay attention to anything beyond
the volcano-hot boycunt wrapped around the head of his dick, and the
fact the rest of his aching meat was soon going to rest inside a boy
cunt.  He was about to lose his pedo virginity, well, at least as the
fucker and not the fuckee.  The priest did what he was told and a
second later he had four inches of cock up the boy - who was screaming
almost silently into his father's hand, and twisting and turning on
the burning hot prick in his cunt.  Which just turned both men on even
more.

The priest raised the boy until there was only an inch or so left
inside, and then down again, adding another half inch or so.  Father
Sean bucked his hips hard and the boy let out a loud whimper and went
limp.  Mike was pleased Jimmy had passed out.  Gravity could take
over, and did, and all nine inches of priest cock were buried inside
of tight, tight boy cunt.  Mike draped the boy back on Father Sean's
chest and admired the view between the boy's legs, while holding them
up.  Fortunately, Mike wasn't a jealous man.  He knew there were men
out there with bigger cocks than his, so he just enjoyed the fantastic
obscenity of his boy's milky white butt against the thick dark priest
cock splitting him wider than he'd ever been split before.

Mike knelt again and with one hand cupped and fondled the priest's
big, hairy, low-hanging balls, while the other played with his son's
limp little boy dick.  He looked up and met Father Sean's lust-filled
stare.  "Fuck my little boy, Father.  Shove that priest cock up his
tiny hole.  Play with his tits, twist 'em, Father.  C'mon, fuck my
kid."

Just as he had obeyed all those years ago, the priest followed orders
now.  He used his palms to hold the boy steady, and his finger and
thumb to twist and turn the boy's tits, while his hips began thrusting
harder and faster.  Within seconds the boy was moaning with lust.  He
and his dad had only recently discovered his tits were wired into his
cock and cunt.  A painful tweak made him go a little crazy, whether
someone was sucking his boy dick or fucking his hot hole.  Within
minutes the boy was thrashing and wailing in his first boy cum from
Father Sean's cock, slumping back after a while as the priest
continued to stroke in and out of his boy cunt.

The priest was shoving his cock in and out with more speed as the
boy's cunt was slicker than ever with ass juices and grease and
daddy-milk and precum, when the boy whimpered, "Daddy, oh, daddy, I, I
gotta pee."

The priest certainly didn't want to take a pee break.  Not right now,
when the boy's intestines were pulsing around his heavy meat.  He
looked at Mike who smiled questioningly.  Of course Father Sean didn't
realize Mike was thinking that all the water the boy had been drinking
had finally paid off.  Seeing that the priest was too far gone in pedo
heaven to follow quickly, Mike brought him up to speed.  "Want a
drink?"

Father Sean's eyes widened at that.  Fuck lust warred with sudden
boy-piss lust.  But he didn't want to give up one even for a second to
satisfy the other.  But Mike had already planned things out.  Seeing
the "fuck, yeah!" in the priest's expression, Mike leaned forward, and
while his hands caressed both his son's body and the priest's thighs,
he murmured "go ahead, son" and swallowed the boy's cock and balls.

The priest's eyes took on another layer of lust consuming glaze as the
boy clearly began to piss in his daddy's mouth.  Jimmy tossed his head
back and forth.  "Oh, yeah, daddy, suck my piss outa my fucking cock.
Piss pig.  Gonna use your mouth for a fucking toilet while Father
fucks my hole!"

It was awkward, but Father Sean was somehow managing to pull almost
all of his cock out of the boy's steamy cunt and shove it back in hard
and fast, while watching Mike swallow and swallow and swallow the
boy's piss.  The priest's daddy had pissed on him and in him, but no
one had ever drunk his piss or made him drink theirs. But the idea was
turning him on even more, and he didn't think that was possible.  His
cock got thicker and harder and he knew he was getting close to
cumming.  The boy's cunt muscles were playing a fucking symphony on
his cock.  He closed his eyes and concentrated on the fantasy of
somehow drinking boy piss while fucking the shit out of the kid.

A twist of his own big tit made him open his eyes.  Mike's face was
close to his, his lips pressed tight, his cheeks bulging, and a
question in his eyes.  The priest answered by parting his lips.  Mike
leaned in, his own hairy balls and slick cock humping against Father
Sean's thighs, faster and faster, while Mike pressed his lips to the
priest's mouth, opened them, and shared his young son's hot, fresh,
steamy boy-piss with the priest who was fucking the shit out of his
kid.

That was all Father Sean needed.  The feel and scent and taste of
golden boy-piss in his mouth and down his throat, along with the
aggressive tongue of the boy's father, the scorching boy cunt working
his meat, sent him so fucking far over the edge he was falling off a
mountain.  He rammed into the boy hole one final time, thrusting so
hard Jimmy shrieked, and then while a steady stream of priest cum was
pouring into the kid's cunt, Jimmy began wildly thrashing in his own
boy cum and Mike began to drench the priest's legs with daddy cum.
The three collapsed in ecstasy, not moving for a few moments.  Then
Mike lifted himself up and away, and sat back on his haunches.  He
looked down between Jimmy's widespread, limp legs.  Fuck!  The priest
was still hard!

With a little quick maneuvering, Father Sean was once again upright in
the chair, his muscular arms holding Jimmy firmly in place, still
impaled on the still-rampant priest cock.  With one hand he forced
Jimmy's face toward him, and then swooped down to clamp his mouth on
the boy's, force his lips open, and share the kid's own warm piss with
him.  When he was done, he told Mike to move out of the way, levered
himself out of the chair and came down on his knees on the carpet,
bending forward to place Jimmy gently on all fours, although he had to
hold him up just a bit.

Once the boy was steady, Father Sean began sliding his cock in and out
of hot boy cunt once more.  He looked over at Mike.  "Got to piss?"

Mike realized he did.  He nodded.

"Get up here, gimme a mouth full and we'll share.  Then we can piss
the kid from both ends."

Somewhat dazed, Mike stood and straddled his son.  The priest lifted
his head and opened his mouth.  Mike brought his beginning-to-harden
meat to the priest-toilet, relaxed his sphincter and let out a slow
stream of piss into Father Sean's mouth.  He could smell it from where
he stood.  Harsh and bitter.  He didn't think he could...  But somehow
the priest had taken control, and when he could see Father Sean's
mouth full of steaming man-piss he clamped the flow off.  He was still
reluctant, but when the priest raised his hands to grasp him above the
elbows, still thrusting his raging prick in and out of kid-cunt, and
began pulling Mike down, Mike didn't fight.  He bent down, opened his
mouth and accepted the back and forth flow of his own acrid piss
between his mouth and the priest's.  And he knew what the priest
wanted, without being told.  He closed his lips and swallowed his
share of his own piss.  And Mike was hard again.  Father Sean bent
forward as Mike straightened up and engulfed the stiff man prick into
his mouth.  Mike gasped at the feel of his own piss surrounding his
hard meat and gasped again as the priest swallowed the last of it.
Father Sean pulled off and looked up.  "Fuck your son's face, Mike,
and then we'll piss him long and hard."

Mike nodded and got down in front of his son.  On his haunches again,
he lifted his son's head to look at him and see how he was doing.
Jimmy was doing very well.  His lips were puffy, his eyes were glazed,
and his hips were eagerly thrusting back to meet every hard ram from
Father Sean's cock.  Mike's cock was painfully hard at the thought and
sight of another man using his boy.  He rested his dick head on his
son's lips and the boy opened wide and swallowed all of his daddy's
meat with a grateful sigh.

Mike looked at Father Sean, whose eyes were closed and his expression
sort of blissful and thoughtful.  Mike looked at the large nipples not
quite buried in the soft black fur on the priest's chest, leading down
to a thick treasure trail to where he was grinding his wet greasy
pubes into the little boy's cunt.  He wondered if Father Sean's tits
were sensitive like Jimmy's.  He paused, and then reached out with
both hands and grabbed the priest's tits.  Goddamnit he wasn't gay,
but hey, a pedo dad had to help out another pedo, right, especially
when the pedo was enjoying his son's hot little cunt.  

Father Sean kept his eyes closed but groaned with pleasure when Mike
twisted his nips.  He was thinking about some of the things he'd, uh,
"heard."  Mike would be happy to find out that John, the soccer coach
he was assisting, had a six-year-old son who was eagerly servicing his
daddy.  The mayor and his twins.  The police chief and his
sixteen-year-old son who were enjoying the youngest child, a boy of
eight.  And the others.

The priest opened his eyes and looked at Mike.  "Yeah, I've 'heard'
some stuff.  I think maybe I can help you out some more. With Jimmy of
course, what with him needing to be fucked so much."  A quirk of the
priest's eyebrow told Mike that Father Sean knew it was really Mike
who was horny and eager to branch out to other boys, while letting
other pedos use his son in return.  The two men started shoving their
cocks into the little boy even harder.  Jimmy was in ecstasy.  Wide
open at both ends and feeling like all that man meat was going to bump
cock heads somewhere inside him.

"We can meet some of the men, and if everything goes well we can have
a hot pedo party down the line.  BYOB.  With the second "B" for boy.
You want to watch those horny pedos fuck your boy, and use his mouth,
and cum and piss on and in him, Mike?  You want some other pedo daddy
to hold his boy down while you fuck the piss out of him?"

"Christ, fuck, yeah!"

Father Sean grabbed Mike's head and pulled him forward into a deep
tongue-fucking kiss.  Two hot men fucking a hot little boy.  One a
pedo fag, the other just a pedo, not a fag thank you very much.  And
then they started to cum inside the boy while the kid writhed and
thrashed on their cocks in an uncontrolled dry cum of his own.

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